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“That was when I thought he was trying to trick you. Now I’ve witnessed that…that energy between the two of you and all I can do is envision a flowing white dress and lots of babies and forest animals coming to help clean when you sing.”
“That’s Disney. This is real life.”
“Disney gets their stories from somewhere, Annie. These thingsdohappen. You’re living proof.”
I let out a giggle. Every nerve in my body is dancing and alive from being near him. “This feels out of control. And what’s the deal with him not giving me his name?” We move back into the kitchen and start preparing the baking trays while we talk.
“Maybe he has a name he doesn’t like? Maybe he’s worried his name would turn you off?”
“He could be called Shitbag, and I’d still think he was hot.”
She laughs. “Is that what you’re going to call him?”
I shake my head. “No. I’m not sure what I’m going to call him.”
“I’d call him hotstuff or sexy or He-man because he’s so big and brawny.”
“I don’t know. But if I have to stop to eat dinner with him, I’m going to have to work extra hard to get these cookies prepared. Do you think you can look after the shop for me today?”
“Of course, and if you can get all the dough ready, I can stick around to finish baking while you two spend some quality time together.”
“Thanks, Nina, I appreciate it,” I say as the door sounds again and she disappears into the front, leaving me to a mountain of baking and my jumbled and confused thoughts.He really wants me. But, why wouldn’t a person want you to know their name?
Baxter
“Iwasn’t sure what you liked, so I got one of everything.” I smile at Annie as I set the takeout containers on the table between us. When I got here with dinner, her friend directed me to the tiny apartment on top of the bakery where I found Annie looking like a breath of fresh of air, smelling like soap and promises in an emerald green and white polka dot dress. Her apartment is quaint and charming with a homey feeling you don’t get from a lot of places. Annie’s decorating style is a mishmash of styles, telling me she chose each item for the item itself. I like that. I like her. And the more I learn about her, the more sure I feel about us.
“In case you can’t tell by looking at me, I like most food,” she says, gesturing to her figure as if she’s pointing at an elephant in the corner of the room that no one wants to talk about.
I stop what I’m doing and move so I’m standing next to her. “Stand up,” I command.
A tiny frown creases her brow during a moment of hesitation before she does as I say. “Now what?”
“Now I show you something.” With my eyes locked on hers, I take a hold of her hips, my fingers digging into her sensual flesh as I pull her flush against me, my rock hard cock throbbing against her stomach.
She gasps.
“It’s been like that since the moment I laid eyes on that sweet curvy ass of yours.” Her eyes go wide and I pull her even closer, groaning at the feel of her body sinking against me. “Nothing will make it go down. I’m stuck like this until I have you. Over, and over, and over again.” I punctuate each word by rocking my hips against her. She releases a moan, her body trembling as her fingers twist in my shirt.
“It seems—” she gulps up at me. “—big.”
I release a chuckle, that wide innocent look in her eyes making me so hard I’m about to come in my jeans. I need that sweet cunt of hers so bad. “In case you haven’t noticed, babycakes, I’mbigall over.”
A nervous giggle bursts from her lips. “Just like me.”
“No. I won’t hear that kind of talk from you. I like my woman with meat on her bones. Gives me something to hold on to while I’m filling your womb with my seed. To me, you’re absolutely perfect, and I won’t hear talk to the contrary. Besides, you’re tiny compared to me.”
Annie
He’s right. Next to him, I look petite. He’s an easy six-six, with broad-shoulders and the kind of muscle bulk that would make The Rock jealous. I’ve always liked the idea of a big muscular man. I’d just never considered how well…endowed a man that size would be. Women’s bodies are made to deliver babies, but I’m concerned about my ability to adjust to such an enormous…er, cock. Especially since I haven’t done this before.
“I’m sorry. It’s a defence mechanism: make jokes about my size before the other person can. Comes from years of being the biggest girl in the room.”
“I wouldn’t ever joke about your size, babycakes. Not when I’m certain you were created to be my perfect fit. I can feel it in my veins and I’m desperate to have you.”
He leans in closer and I can feel the heat of his breath against my skin. “I’ve never done this before,” I whisper, nerves thumping inside my heart.
“Are you frightened it’ll hurt?”
